His Eyes Say Yes

Blaine nodded, looking him over. "Still nasty with your peepee sucking ways but you are nice looking." He nodded, leaning against Barry, only coming up to his mid waist.

Barry laughed at how he called it a peepee but nodded at him as he stretched and washed his long brown hair.

Blaine picked up a bar of soap, lathering a rag and running it over Barry's chest.
"..I want you, I need you, But there ain't no way I'm ever gonna love you. Now don't be sad, 'Cause two out of three ain't bad...." He hummed lightly.

Barry frowned at him, putting a finger to his lips.
"Shush..."

Blaine raised a brow, reaching to wash Barry's shoulder.
"How come?"

"Cause it gives me headaches." Barry grunted, letting the boy wash him.
This could be his excuse for showering with Blaine. The boy was washing him..

"Oh...Im sorry. It always makes me feel better, Daddy sings to me sometimes, him and momma. They are good you know?" He nodded. "I got a good daddy." He moved to scrub Barry's back. "He was upset about you hurting me though, I miss daddy." The boy innocently explained like any child would.

"I dont' like your daddy." Barry grunted, stretching.

"I know, he dont like you either." Blaine got under his arms, dipping lower to wash down his legs.
"I love you both!"

Barry raised an eyebrow.
"You love me?" The hell?

Blaine looked up at him, then down at the floor and shuffling his feet.
"I...I think I do..." His eyes met Barry's, his sincere...caring for the man as his hands stopped scrubbing him, gently leading him under the spray of water to get the soap off.

"Why?" He furrowed his brow. Was teh kid insane?

"Because you helped me Mr.Meanie Pants...Your helping me be a good boy." He nodded, kissing Barry's chest. "I love you..."

Barry shook his head at the boy.
This wasn't normal. Blaine shouldn't love him.

No, Blaine should resent him but he didnt, he couldnt find it in his heart to hate anyone...
He scrubbed himself, being very careful around the nasty wounds in his belly.

Barry watched him with a frown as he finished washing himself.
He was horny. He was always horny so this was no surprise.

Blaine had yet to noticed, he was busy cleaning around the wound with a whine.
It hurt him so bad...

Barry needed to show Blaine he was in charge.... he was not nice...
He lifted the boy and pressed him against the shower wall, shoving his large cock into the boy's ass without warning.

Blaine cried out, screaming blood murder as he was violated.
He was sorry...
Sorry for whatever he did to deserve this.

Barry pressed the boy to the shower wall nice and hard as he began pounding into him.

Blaine could feel himself tearing, feel...
Damage...
Damage being done to his sensitive prostate.
His scremes were loud, louder than Toni's possibly.

A few of Barry's friends had come over, searching the house for him. They didn't see Blaine or Barry and didn't hear anything at first which was odd.
Their laughter started once they heard the blood curdling screams.
Much better.

Blaine sobbed, shaking his head and pressing his forehead into his arms folded against the bathroom wall.
His screaming was consistant and loud. Shrill, he gave his own self a head ache.

Barry clamped a hand over the boy's mouth, muffling the screaming slightly as he only thrusted harder.
"Shut up!"

Blaine bit his hand, jerking his head and only screaming LOUDER if that was possible.